Dusk's Reliever

A trickle of water,
A sound of peace,
The stream flies by,
Gallons at a time,
Through the near-silent dark,
The sun is almost at rest,
The moon but a crescent,
Shades of purple,
Shining across the fields,
The ice is slick,
As the temperature drops,
Crickets begin to chirrup,
The bird's song is no more,
The sky is quiet,
Except for the occasional,
Melody of a bat,
A breeze to cool the trees,
Is a song the leaves will dance to,
As children go to bed,
The owls awake to play,
Scouting for their breakfast,
As day's end is their morning,
The mice scurrying the ground,
Animals nocturnal,
Awake to join the party,
Time seems to move slowly,
Whereas,
For the sleeping,
Time is flying,
In fact,
To the sleeping,
It is already morning!